A co-worker asked me if he could go goose hunting with me sometime and I told him the next weekend would be good for me. He said that he would drive and showed up on a Friday night at my house in a P/U truck and cab over camper. I had bags of decoys in my driveway along with a shotgun, ammo and my Lab.
He said, Whats with the dog?
I told him the dog will retrieve our birds and he said that the dog would have to ride at my feet, because he didnt want him on his seats. The Lab didnt mind because he got his head and ears massaged during the 1 hour drive to the marsh.
We were hunting Canada Geese in a wet, muddy field and every step that you took made you taller. My co-worker shot at and wing tipped Honker. The bird sailed over a barbed fence, across a full irrigation canal, over another barbed wire fence and disappeared from sight.
Zack, my Lab watched as the bird went out of sight and I sent him. We watched Zack sail over the fences, swim the canal and disappear from sight.
15 minutes later a black dog could be seen coming our way with a mouth full of very live goose. He sailed over the fence, swam the canal and sailed over the second fence, delivering the goose to hand with a very happy tail.
Zack continued to retrieve our birds until we each had a limit and my co-worker was impressed.
On the way home, my wet muddy dog rode in the camper on my co-workers bed. I told him that wasnt necessary and as before the dog could ride on the floor between my legs. He said, Zack worked hard and deserves a comfortable bed, and the bedding can be washed.
